Diana: Fallen, In Pieces

Broken glass on the bathroom floor Shatters hopes and dreams. Tear-stained truth Shows itself in the vainglorious mirror. A body Curled up Looks like a rose, Not yet bloomed Or else Withered, Past blooming. Hair and sweat And lipstick smeared on the White bathroom mat. She cries Because everything is gone now.

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